All Dressed Up....

I just got these too-cute-for-words picture from my mother. She and the Party P had a little photo session yesterday with the Tate Family Christening dress. My grandfather and father both wore this dress for their christenings, and Party P wore it in April when he too washed away his Original Sin. Patrick seems to be loving his time in the backyard dressed up in an antique dress. What a good sport he is! I love that smile. I tried to convince my sister to bring Party P to Chicago for my bachelorette party, but we are not sure that's the best place for a child under one year of age.
Patrick, deep in thought, grasps one of the Tate Family antique silver baby cups. He's probably thinking about how important it will be to help voters in Ohio get registered and vote democratically. Maybe he's thinking about how cute little Mahlia Obama is and how, maybe after her father serves 2 years as President, he could come to Chicago to stay with Aunt Christie and Uncle Jeff and then take her on a coffee date. He assumes that she likes younger men like her mother, Michelle and his Aunt Christie.

So this is what Texan grandmothers do when watching their children's children:


Here, young Party P reclaims the cowboy hat as a symbol of goodness and a way to keep dangerous UV rays off the ears. One does wonder where my mom got the inspiration to pull the rocking chair into the backyard, dress Patrick up in a 100-year old christening dress, accessorize with a silver cup, and then top it off with a mini 10-gallon hat. The inspiration definitely led to some priceless photos.
Will it be confusing to look back at pictures of himself in a dress with a cowboy hat on? Is it confusing right now?